Kavinsky was rather used to posh hotels. There weren't a lot of them in Henrietta, certainly, but he was known to treat himself when he traveled other places, because what was the point in not treating himself. Somehow, he was a little surprised that Darrow had a hotel of that standard--not quite a luxury place, but something suitably mid-tier.

He lingered at Jack's side, aware that Jack's going-out clothes were still more suiting to this place than Kavinsky's. He leaned in to Jack's ear as they stood at the front desk, Jack getting them a room, and whispered, "Looks like you picked me up for a good time, man."